Bearclaw Valley just have the strength to know you're wrong,

stigmata rippled forebodingly at her scornful reception to his words. he feared he had done irreparable damage to his stake here by not returning sooner, and stiffened in grim preparation to be chased off. but she did not rise up on leathery wings and breathe fire down upon him; instead, she gave him another chance to speak.

shifting his weight, the warhound leveled his ink-smoke countenance to regard her evenly. "i fear the sanctuary you have chosen as your home could turn into a winter-trap if the snows fall too heavy or too long," he began drearily. "i went to find a more viable domain to ensure our survival."